One thousand years of peace and prosperity in the galaxy have come to an end.

You, a humble lightswords-person, lost everything you loved in The Gr

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One thousand years of peace and prosperity in the galaxy have come to an end. You, a humble lightswords-person, lost everything you loved in The Great War.

Late one night in the midst of the Dark Times you drowned your sorrows at a dive bar. An old man mumbled a mythical tale. "Ancient aliens have returned".

He told of their dark arts and strange ambitions. To suck away all that is good in the galaxy and store it in their Cursed Orb.

He sketched a space-map on the back of a napkin, and was suddenly gone. From your haze you stared at the map and knew it to be your destiny.

Days later, wheeling through the outer limits of the spiral arm, you crash land upon an asteroid. Is this the one on the map? Is that an entrance you spy?

Faced with sure death on the surface or the chilling unknown within, the choice is clear. You descend into the heart of the asteroid...

Thank you Roland Pain, Gábor Ugray, Mike Cann, & Paul Eterovich for testing and giving valuable feedback & Andry Bethpalko for contributions.

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